When I saw you that morning, it was more than goodbye
too much to say so I didn’t even try
I gave you those flowers and a letter to read
but I didn’t know that’s not all I would leave
There was a bird that was trapped in a cage
he longed to be free but just can’t get away
When his cage was left open he is swift to take flight
now he’s on his own and soon he will die
The lonely musician who plays in the mall
he begs with a tune as he plays his F bar
The children all gather to snicker and laugh
he stutters a lullaby, the words he can’t grasp
The poor depressed writer is awake in the night
A pencil and paper are her only friend
She lays down her head but is offered no rest
her master piece paper is as blank as the rest
What do you do when you can’t say goodbye
What do you do with a bird that can’t fly
A singer who sings but his words don’t come out
a poet who rights but her pen in runs out
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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